Rough Draft

Plug In, Baby.

I got back my results today. That tiny slip of paper, holding what was in the past, and what is to be in the future. I stared at my grades, and they stared back. Silently. As everything unfolds ever so gently, I traced the outline of the number that appears so often in my head these days.

13.

If this was the mid or final years, I'd be over the moon. 1 A1, 3 A2s and 3 B3s. I never dreamt that I could ever have acheived that on my own. This is probably the best set of grades I've ever gotten since the day I stepped into secondary school. But.. this isn't any ordinary exams.

This is the O's Levels.

I'd have settled for 12. To get into ACJC is to far away a dream, but SAJC wasn't that far off. But what I feared for came true in the end. Getting a 13, just a single point of what I had wanted to get. So here I am, stuck and lost, and not knowing who/where to turn to.

13. I tried my darnest best, and I got 13.

I should be feeling happy. I really should. I did reasonably well. I proved to Mum and Dad that I'm able to acheive As for my Mathemactics. I proved myself to those who doubted me. I acheived better grades than most of my peers. I worked my hardest and did my best.

But why am I feeling this..

Numb?

posted by cigarettelove @ 5:34 AM